THE HIDDEN LIFE OF CECILY LARSON

Something old meets something new in a melodrama with DNA testing as its deus ex machina.

Baker’s latest begins in an orphanage in 1924 Chicago and hopscotches its way around the country and through the years to a climactic scene set in that city almost a century later. Though Cecily Larson’s mother tells her she’ll be back within a year when she drops the little girl off at the institution in the opening scene, three years later Cecily has turned 7 and no mama has appeared. So—the orphanage sells her to the circus! Where she will be trained as an acrobatic bareback rider! Meanwhile, in an alternating series of chapters set in 2015, Cecily is a woman in her 90s living in a small town in northern Minnesota. She has a daughter named Liz, who has a daughter named Molly, who has a son named Caden (definitely a little hard to keep straight)—and Caden wants to do his honors biology project on DNA testing. Ruh-roh, thinks the alert reader, seeing something coming in the distance, which becomes even more discernible when new chapters begin to follow a second mother-daughter group on the East Coast. After a while, you feel just like the people in the book: When the heck are those DNA results going to arrive? While it’s a little trying to wait so long for the fuse to blow on all the secrets and lies and underhanded dealings, it turns out we don’t know the half of it. As a rule, an amazing DNA-reveal story needs to be true to be really interesting...but if you’re going to make one up, this one’s a doozy. Baker’s re-creation of circus life, tuberculosis-sanitarium life, and home-for-wayward-girls life in the 1920s and ’30s is well researched and punchy, while the 21st-century Minnesota storyline is perhaps a little droopier. But those test results are coming, and so is the big shebang.

The literary equivalent of a Minnesota hot dish: decent, tasty comfort food.